MILF StoriesHot Wife Stories

Author: alexh

Callie was sitting at her desk at work, her mind wandering back to the previous night with her husband. Paul, her husband of two years, was three years her senior at twenty-six years old. They had met when she was just nineteen, he had proposed to her less than a year later and they were married just a month after her twenty-first birthday. Their sex life was both active and satisfying for both of them, and last night was no exception. Paul had just returned from a week out of town on business and the young married couple had sucked and fucked for almost three hours before he rewarded her with the load he had been saving up over the past several days. She had swallowed it greedily, the mouthful of cum triggering her own orgasm as it usually did.

Callie was fully aware of how unusual it was to be able to climax simply as a result of swallowing cum. She could trace it back to her teen years and her first sexual partner. One afternoon when his parents weren’t home they were in his living room on the couch, fooling around completely naked. He was sitting on the couch with his cock pointing straight up in the air, while she was kneeling beside him. As she leaned over him, sucking his cock, he was reaching between her legs to finger her pussy. He had warned her that he was about to cum so that she could pull away, but she had decided that it was time to swallow his load for the first time. She ignored his warning and continued to suck, and it was only a couple of minutes later that he started to cum in her mouth. Coincidentally, it happened at the exact same time that he made her cum with his fingers. From that point forward, any time she swallowed a guy’s cum it triggered an orgasm as though it were some kind of Pavlovian type response.

From that point forward she had always finished guys off with her mouth. She hadn’t been with a lot of different guys, but the ones she did hook up with her thrilled to find someone so eager to swallow their load. In fact, she was fairly certain that it was one of the reasons why Paul had been so eager to marry her. To this day, every time they would fuck he would finish off by shooting his cum into her mouth. Last night had been especially good for both of them because it had been over a week since he had last cum and had therefore given her a nice big load to swallow.

She snapped out of her daydream, remembering that she needed to go talk to her boss. She and Paul were hoping to take a trip to Belize later in the year, and she needed to clear the holiday time with John, the owner of the company.

After my in-laws arrived for a night of baby-sitting, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. My wife, Helena, was standing nude in the bathroom while blow drying her hair. She had just gotten out of the shower and left the door wide open. Fog clouded the mirror as I took in her flawless form. Two child births hadn’t done her body any wrong. Her ass was still firm, and her tits larger than when we first met. She smiled at me as I entered the bathroom.

“I see you left the door wide open for me.”

“In more ways than one,” she replied. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the back of the neck, the blow dryer whipped her blond locks into my face like strings of spaghetti. She turned off the blow dryer as my cock grew hard in my jeans. She spun around and we found each other’s tongues. “That’s nice,” she commented.

We continued kissing as I pressed my body against her nude form. I reached down and cupped her cheeks in my hands and separated them a bit so one of my middle fingers could tease her anus. “Whatta you doing?”

“Hopefully making you wet.”

“You’re succeeding.”

“Remember how we used to fuck in your parent’s house down in the basement? They’d be sound asleep upstairs while I’d twisted you more ways than a treacherous highway.”

“Yes, those were hot days.”

“I think it used to turn you on; getting laid while your parents were in the house.”

As we drove around the bend the view in front of us was incredible. A friend had told us about this unspoilt stretch of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. The landscape was dry, volcanic and rugged which contrasted beautifully with the aquamarine sea. We were high on the cliff edge and below us we could see a series of small coves, some with beaches, some rocky, but the most important thing was they were all almost entirely deserted. My wife, Emma, squealed with excitement and I squeezed her thigh.

We had left the kids with their grandparents and intended to spend the day snorkeling and being naked in a secluded cove. Spain has a very relaxed attitude to nudity, especially in the secluded beaches of this area, but we still felt more comfortable getting naked where there weren’t too many people about.

I parked the car and stepped out into the sweltering sunshine. The heat seemed to radiate off the rocky ground.

“I am soooo excited,” Emma said in her upper class British accent.

“Me too, I need to get into that water,” I replied.

“I need to get naked!” Emma said. She was such a little naturist, which suited me fine. I loved to watch her shapely body moving in the bright sunshine. I was less comfortable with my own nakedness, as soon as I got wet my cock seemed to almost disappear. I felt a little self-conscious, even in front of my wife of 15 years.

Emma never seemed to feel self-conscious. She is very open and confident, which is one of the things I love about her. I am a little more reserved… happier fixing a car than making small talk.

We decided on a cove that had no beach, just large rocks, because we thought it would attract fewer people and the snorkeling would be better. We struggled with the beer cooler and snorkeling gear around rocks and cliffs until we got to our chosen spot.

“This looks perfect,” Emma said, dropping our bag onto some flat rocks. Behind us was a sheer cliff, to each side you had to climb over rocks to get to where we were and in front lay the Mediterranean. A small rock reef formed a circle in front of us, with sharp rocks breaking the surface of the water. Within the circle the water was mirror-like…perfect for snorkeling.

“Want a beer?” I asked. Emma said yes as she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders. I watched as her body was revealed. She had golden Scandinavian-type skin but her tits and ass were creamy white. Her pussy hair was full, but trimmed. She was curvy and delicious. She took the beer and sat sipping, gazing at the water in front of us. I couldn’t resist a glance at her neat little pussy nestled between her golden thighs.

I walked over and kissed her, the kiss turned into a tonguing session and my cock started to harden.

“Hey, snorkeling first, fucking later,” she said, in a typically direct way. The prospect of fucking in the hot sunshine only made my cock harden more.

“Can you put some sun cream on my white bits,” she asked. She lay on her stomach and I squirted the now hot cream on her full buttocks. I rubbed it in using slow, sensuous, circles, occasionally ‘accidentally’ slipping a finger between her butt cheeks. She giggled.

“Turn over,” I said. I squirted more cream on each of her tits and around her pussy. I took my time rubbing the cream into her tits. Her nipples stood proud. She moaned gently. I then moved to the area around her pussy. I could not help but have a little stroke of her pink pussy lips. She slapped my hand away with a smile.

“Lets have a snorkel,” she said

“OK,” I replied, jumping up to get the kit out of the bag.

The water was delightful, warm and turquoise. For me there is something very sexy about a woman’s body underwater. The goosebumps and lack of gravity work wonders for me and I spent almost as much time watching her as I did the fish. Every know and then I would swim up to her and rub my hand over her ass or cup a slippery, sun-creamed breast. She responded by groping my cock and giggling through her snorkel, but then swam on.

After and hour or so in the water we pulled ourselves out and got a drink. We sat on the towel warming in the sun, talking excitedly about what we had seen. It was bliss. We were a couple of feet away from the crystal clear water and we had not a care in the world.

While we were talking we noticed a snorkeller coming towards us. All you could see was his snorkel and the top of his head. He was close, but Emma didn’t bother getting dressed as he was likely to snorkel past us.

Suddenly he stood up. We hadn’t realised the water he was in was so shallow. It was too late for Emma to get dressed, as our clothes were quite a way behind us. He was holding some kind of shellfish.

“I am sorry,” he said with a thick Spanish accent. He was walking out of the water towards us. “I found this. It is giant mussel and I am so excited I want to show somebody, it is a little rare.” he said, laying the large clam-like shellfish down in front of us. The shell tapered down to a point, which obviously anchored it in the sand. He was a nice looking guy, with a friendly face. He was so enthusiastic about the rare mussel that he seemed not to have noticed that Emma was naked.

Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys.

I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed. And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true.

The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organiser. Initially Susan was enthusiastic, especially when Kelly told her how much she could make, but after one night when she went with Kelly to an event she decided that it wasn’t for her. I couldn’t draw her on what the problem was so I left it at that.

A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal.

The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence. She made £1000 that night and I was ecstatic.

Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. In the months that followed she helped Kelly at three more events and earned another £3000, but sank deeper into the gloom that had enveloped her.

I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl.

I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs. The house was brightly lit and was surrounded by trees set back from a small lawn. The property was enclosed by a high wooden fence, but I scaled it easily enough and waited, hidden in the trees to see what I could make out from the outside.

I could easily discern that a party was going on in the house and since Kelly and Susan had arrived without any bags or boxes, or anything that you would expect people organising an event to have I knew that my suspicions were correct. I thought about storming into the house and confronting my wife, but I had no proof. After a few minutes waiting in the darkness, I crept up to one of the windows and peered in.

The room was well lit and it appeared to be a dining room, a very large table ran the length of the room, set for ten places, the plates and remains of the meal still sat on the table. I heard a cheer from deeper within the building, so I crept around to the back of the house and found another window to look into, this one was the kitchen. Just as I looked in two men came into the room and I jumped back into the shadows.

“You’ve got to hand it to Eric, he certainly knows how to throw a bachelor party.” One of the men said.

“I was at the last one, for the rowing team, same thing. I had a piece of the blonde one that night, but the one with the curly black hair is on the menu tonight.”

“Yeah she’s really sexy. You want to double team her?”

“Hell, why not, just so long as we switch after a while I want to fuck her and have her blow me.”

I guess that you could say that I am one of thousands of men married to a beautiful sexy wife and who desires to see her pleased and ravished by a man with a large penis. My wife Yvonne and I have been married for 19 years and she is more beautiful today, than she has ever been in our whole lives. It is attributed to her natural good looks, but also to the way we eat healthy and workout regularly.

She is Latina, born here in the USA, but of Central American parents. Her skin is a beautiful brown tone, making her look tanned all year long. She has a wonderful full head of hair that women always compliment her on and men stare at. Her face is beautiful with her small dark eyes, nice cheek bones and full pink lips. Oh and her body…she’s petite in height at only 5′ tall, but she wears a 34C bra, has a nice waist, with a full round Latina ass. Her tight pants and jeans accent her ass…to the point where the average man will go out of his way to take a look, even in public, even in front of me at times.

Well, one day, as we were making love, she said to me, “Honey, do you think that we could put on an adult video on the computer and watch it as we make love?”

Now I’d been asking her to do this for years. Like most married men, I watch adult videos regularly, so of course, I agreed! To my surprise, she kept making me look for one that showed men; lots of men around a beautiful porn star, all naked and all taking turns gang-banging her. My wife’s pink cunt, became as wet as Id ever felt it before, and she would tell me how lucky that girl was and how good it looked like she felt. She went out of her way to point out how big the men’s cocks were and how they turned her on!

One of my old college roommates back east who remains a close friend called me to let me know he was finally getting married. After several long relationships he finally felt he met the right woman. Ben asked if I would fly in and be one of the groomsmen in his wedding. I had not been back to my old stomping grounds for over 10 years and thought it would be fun so I agreed.

My wife Pam and I had reservations to fly in on Friday morning of the wedding weekend. The rehearsal was scheduled for Saturday evening with a dinner after and a Sunday wedding. He also mentioned that a few of the participants would be meeting Friday evening at 8:00 pm at the church for an informal walk though and mentioned that his best man had a bachelor party set up for Friday after the activities.

Pam and I flew into town Friday, checked into our hotel and then drove around town so I could see all of the changes. As the afternoon wore on my wife said she was getting hungry so we stopped for a small bite to eat and then went back to the hotel. Around seven I asked Pam if she was going to get ready and go with me to the church. She told me to go ahead and enjoy the evening she would meet everyone tomorrow. She said she might just go down to the bar and have a couple drinks and go to bed early.

When I got to the church it was good to see Ben and I met Jimmy his best man and the rest of the guys in the wedding. We went through about 30 minutes of planning and then spent a little time arranging the reception hall. Jimmy got a phone call during our preparation and did not look to happy. He called several of the guys together and told them that two of the three strippers canceled on him and the last girl would not work the party alone. He asked everyone if they had any ideas or knew anybody to contact. The guys sort of meandered around discussing options.

I asked Jimmy for his cell number and where the party would be held. I told him I would call him in a while and meet him at the party. All kind of thoughts were going through my head. After our Christmas party Pam had said what an exciting time she had but she kind of indicated she probably would not do anything like that again. We used it during our sex to spice things up but even when some of the guys from work hinted at a repeat we played down the idea.

When I got to the car I called Pam and asked what she was doing. She indicated she was at the hotel bar having a drink. I told her to wait there and I would be there in about 10 minutes. When I got to the bar Pam was sitting in a booth having a drink in some casual clothes. I told Pam what had happened with the girls and she just looked at me with a blank expression on her face.

My wife asked me to get her a shot of rum. When I returned she took the shot and then asked “are you wanting me to work the party?” I had a million dirty images racing though my mind and I just smiled at her. Pam looked at me and smiled back and said I’m going to need a couple more drinks……

We devised a plan and I called Jimmy on his cell. I told him I found a hooker working our hotel bar and she was interested in the job. Jimmy told me to tell her there was $1500 for her participation and the party would be ending about 2-3 in the morning. We looked at each other, Pam nodded her head and then I told Jimmy she agreed. He told me to bring the girl and meet him and the other stripper and the party hotel bar. I told him it would be about 30 minutes before we could arrive.

Pam and I went to our room so she could change. She put on her garter belt and stockings but purposely didn’t put on any panties. She hadn’t brought any nasty cloths so she put on her tight black knee length dress and her heels. We walked toward the car I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go through with the evening and she just gave me a kiss and kept walking to the car.

This is a story about what happened a few years ago when my wife was 34 years old and I was 40. My wife and I are nudists and we have belonged to a nudist club for years. It is a family oriented club and not a swingers’ club and we are not swingers. The ironic part is that for years the dances were clothed and it was against the rules to be nude at the dances. Nude dancing was frowned upon because it could be considered sexually suggestive.

Let me tell you a little about my wife, Sue. She is only 5 feet 2 inches tall with 36B tits that are very perky. She has nice tits! She also has a nice little bottom that is nice to squeeze. Sue has always been an exhibitionist. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why she enjoys going to the club.

Fortunately, the club has relaxed its rules concerning the dress code at the dances. The dress code is now “clothing optional.” That means you can basically do whatever you want. In other words, you can be dressed, topless, bottomless, or totally nude.

This story takes place one Saturday night at the dance at the nudist club. Sue and I arrived at 9 o’clock and made ourselves comfortable at one of the tables with our friends. We were all clothed. We enjoyed the conversation and shared a little wine. It’s typical for most people to keep their clothes on at least for a little while.

What I did this evening is what I usually do. I usually take off everything except for a blue long sleeve shirt that I unbutton. I don’t wear a T shirt or anything else. I’m bottomless. I love that feeling of being bottomless because I love to show off my dick. I admit that I am an exhibitionist. When I am on the dance floor nude with my sexy wife, it is difficult for me not to become aroused. Part of the arousal is due to a lack of control. I have only so much control over whether or not I have an erection and when I am bottomless and dancing close to my wife and she squeezes my butt, my dick starts to stand up whether I want it to or not and everyone can see it!

On this evening my wife was still sitting at the table fully dressed. After a couple of glasses of wine, though, I did manage to coax her into taking off her blouse and bra so that we could admire those beautiful tits. If you saw my wife’s tits you would have noticed how hard her nipples were. Her tits stood out even more because of the cool air in the clubhouse.

I had been living with my wife for over a year. She was quite tall and slim and pretty too. Very sexy, very smart, but best of all, she loved to party. Being in a huge city, bars, people and music were never hard to find. Sitting at a bar drinking beer was one of our favourite pastimes.

So we were out one night, drinking, laughing, dancing to crap music, looking at sexy girls bodies swaying to the beat. She was in her early 30’s and I was 12 years older so we both really enjoyed looking at younger girls moving sexily to music.

“Do you like looking at them?” she insecurely asked.

“You’re much sexier baby” I told her, I knew this game. And, at my age, was a master.

“Ha ha….I’m ten years older than those little girls.”

“Yes, but there’s not a man in here that hasn’t taken his eyes off your arse.”

“Who? Where?” I pointed them out. All of them were looking. It was something about the way she moved her body: so tall yet so graceful and the sex just flowed like a river of porn. I had gotten used to the staring of other guys, and over the months I had relaxed about it, evolving into somewhat of a quiet voyeur from the angry douche bag I used to be when I had first started living with her.

“And why do you think they are looking at me at my age when there are all these tight little teenage pussies available?”

I played the game, convincing her she was gorgeous and it wasn’t really her unavailability that was the attraction to us asshole guys. We carried on drinking and talking, with her dancing attracting ever more daring partners — one even putting his hands around her waist as they danced. A year ago he would’ve received the death stare.

We got drunk and left in the middle of the morning, sleeping through Sunday until mid afternoon. Oh the joy of no children. We snacked until early evening, when I suggested the movies. The game started again.

“What shall I wear?” I didn’t play this time, but tried a different tact, knowing she was still on a buzz from last night’s attention.

“Why don’t you see how much attention you can get tonight honey?” I teasingly asked. She bit. I was smug. I selected a normal top, with a matching short skirt. No panties. I convinced her no panties. I suspected she liked the idea of sitting in the movies, being able to open and close her legs as she wished, exposing herself to the darkness.

She dressed and we walked to the elevator. I didn’t mention that I was trying to get her horny as hell. Now don’t misunderstand, she had her moments, but they were rare. We had a lot of sex for sure, but that dirty stuff that we pervs oh so enjoy, well, I hadn’t had one of those sessions for some time.

The elevator arrived and we entered. I couldn’t resist it — I kissed her full on the lips, entering her mouth with my probing tongue, circling my fingers around her arse cheeks. I knew she was wet.

“Stand still.” I commanded, and pulled her skirt down to her knees, her freshly shaved dripping vagina exposed to my hungry eyes. Her shocked facial expression intensified to sheer horror as the elevator slowed three floors from the bottom. She glared at me as she pulled it up hastily trying to re-arrange herself as a neighbour stepped in. He was in his fifties and I wasn’t sure he couldn’t smell her dripping cunt. However, had he gazed down, he’d have noticed her skirt on the wrong way round. Just as I had had that thought, he gazed down, and smiled. She blushed. Cool.

We spent the night flirting with each other, and, as she walked around the mall to the screens, she deliberately walked up a glass staircase, exposing to anyone below a cunt that I just couldn’t wait to eat. I noticed one middle aged man looking up, hurriedly looking to each side to ensure his fat wife wouldn’t catch him. His fat wife should thank us; she’d be getting a good pussy pounding tonight for sure.

We enjoyed the night. I didn’t want to spoil it getting ejected from the movie for finger banging a girl I’d be cock banging a couple of hours later. I wasn’t 17 after all, was I?

We got home and fucked like the 17year olds that we weren’t, and I waited for the weekend, hoping I could use my not so ingenious methods to make her hot again.

Friday night came, and we played the dressing game again. Not wanting to repeat last weekend’s trick I selected an even shorter skirt but with ultra tight black gloss leggings. I nearly came in my pants as she pulled them on and they went right up the crack or her arse.

We finished a bottle of wine and left for our local bar. We didn’t know anyone there except the barman, who set us up some drinks as we walked in.

She was already tipsy, and after a couple more and some flirting with the barman she wanted a dance. Damn she looked hot; my cock started to twitch watching her move. There were a lot of eyes on her too, men, boys, and horny girls. I wanted to fuck her there and then.

The drinking and dancing continued for a few hours. I limited myself as the whole point of showing her off was to get her horny enough for a dirty session, something that wouldn’t happen with too much alcohol.

She was getting wilder, arms around guys’ necks, their hands on her hips. She came back to finish off yet another glass and said she was sweating and asked if it was ok to take off the leggings. I suggested no and that perhaps the skirt removed would cool her somewhat and still retain some dignity. She agreed and went to the toilet and unclasped the skirt, putting it in her handbag.

Watching her walk back I realized I was getting anxious with nerves at everyone looking. Her leggings showed everything, even pulling tight up her vagina. Camel toe gold medal; and the girl did have big pussy lips.

She gave me a slutty kiss and told me to check her bag as she went off to dance. I opened it — the tiny skirt was folded, and on top, her wet string. I’d been chatting most of the evening to a nice middle aged couple at the bar as the drunken babe danced with everyone and anyone. They asked me what she’d put in the bag, so, in my drunken haze, I opened it and showed them, getting a nervous heartbeat as a strange man looked at my girlfriend’s soaking panties. His wife giggled, looked up, and jokingly suggested he go dance with the girl with no pants on. He did. There were men all around her, staring at her arse and prominent cunny lips.

He walked up to her and put his arms around her neck, softly grinding into her. My cock jumped, his wife placed her hand on my knee and smiled at me with a slutty drunken look. She was about my age, way too old for me, and slightly chubby, in a sexy way. She rubbed up my knee as she watched her husband, who by now had lowered his hands to my wife’s hips, and found my throbbing cock. I swallowed dryly with surprise and tried to ignore her by taking a huge swig of beer, as I watched a strange man, who knew she was wearing no panties, grind his obviously swollen tool into my wife’s crotch. I couldn’t wait to get her home.

She came over for a drink and told me she was drunk but oh so horny. Really darling I hadn’t realised.

“Why you so horny?” I wanted to hear her confession.

“He’s got a hard on, I think he went to the toilet to wank.”

“How do you know he’s erect?” I asked, again with a dry throat and a throbbing cock. His wife was trying to listen above the music.

“He was rubbing it on me…”she drunkenly confessed… “…I couldn’t help it.”

She finished her drink, gave me a fake look of shame, and went back to dance. A different guy grabbed her, equally as drunk, and started to kiss her. She responded to his kiss with too much vigour for my liking and I knew it was approaching home time. I had enjoyed the show so far but kissing was taboo.

When hands dropped to her arse she turned around and ground into him, bending to touch her toes in time with the pounding music as he held her hips dreaming of his own pounding. The couple had gone onto the dance floor too, drunk and in their heightened state of sexual arousal.

I rubbed my cock through my jeans. It felt good. I need to cum. I thought about visiting the toilets but decided, even as perverted as I was, public toilet masturbation wasn’t part of my lifestyle; besides, I wanted to see how hot I could make my slut because I wanted to achieve my objective.

My dirty unfaithful lady staggered back when the song finished. She didn’t have to speak, I knew she needed cock. As I paid up and walked to the cloakroom, the middle aged couple also left. They walked along with us, and the conversation revolved around the hot little girls dancing in their little skirts. His references to wanting to see their tight young bodies were obviously aimed at my wife, who bit and asked was she as sexy, turning and pushing her arse up for us to assess. A unanimous “Gorgeous!” from the three of us rubber stamped my impending hardcore session, and we continued our short journey, as apparently they lived in the next apartment block.

I started to feel relaxed, thinking of all the illegal things I wanted to invent to do to this slutty bitch, when I heard myself ask:

“Come up to our place, I got some beers kicking around” like we hadn’t had enough and as though I didn’t really just want to strip my slut naked the second I entered the elevator.

The offer was gratefully received by our new acquaintances, and we went up and entered the apartment. As we took off jackets and shoes, my dirty cow once again bent right forward so we could all see her arse and, unknown to her, those very wet and prominent lips, which had soaked her leggings, making her look incontinent. She didn’t know that we all knew the truth.

The middle aged man took it as another queue to have an uninvited play and stepped in, held her hips and started grinding into her arse and pussy, simulating thrusts and dragging a finger across her lips.

“Oh that’s rude, and we have guests….!” she cooed sweetly, thinking the throb was mine.

He let go and stepped back, and the three of us grinned drunkenly to each other as she tried to stand up straight, regretting bending over in the first place. I don’t know why I didn’t try to stop him…perhaps it was because he was a nice guy, ten years older than me, and, strangely, it was turning me on.

We travelled to the kitchen and I put on a bit of music, quite but danceable. I grabbed cold beers and some more wine and we all started to dance, my first with my own girl for what seemed like hours.

“You’re not hard like you were 5 minutes ago!” she stated openly, putting her hand to my cock.

“It wasn’t me grinding you.” I told her. The look of shock was great. She looked over to our dancing friends and said to the professor look-a-like: “You rubbed your cock on me…how rude!” and we all laughed, and swapped dance partners. I could see where this was going, and wasn’t sure how to stop it.

It was hot in the apartment, and the middle aged wife decided she had nothing to lose by dropping her jeans and pulling off her top. Actually she looked quite horny in her satin underwear, and I pulled off my top in approval (at my age, I rarely needed an excuse to expose my hard-fought-for six-pack.

Not to be outdone, and turned on by the sight of his underwear clad chubby wife, Mr. Horny Old Dude unbuttoned his shirt and almost instantly dropped his trousers, his huge hard-on poking up inside his underwear. Impressive. I was glad he kept his boxers on though.

Well, there was one left, and she keeping clothed. She also wasn’t wearing panties, and we all knew it.

She walked into the middle of the kitchen, looked me in the eye, pulled up her top, unclasped her bra, and dropped it all, standing topless with her huge nipples erect and breasts swinging freely, Smiling and rubbing them, pulling her nipples out hard.

I was so hard and just wanted to suck them. I loved sucking her tits. I stepped toward her but was beaten by a guy 20 years older than her who was determined to have a feel before someone intervened.

“No!” said my babe, but not because she didn’t want the attention, evidently she wanted to get her cunt out. Would I let it happen? I didn’t have a choice. I stood transfixed as she turned around, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slowly slowly started to pull them down. When half her cheeks were exposed, the underwear clad middle aged mum dropped her bra off to reveal a nice pair, and as I stared at them, her husband dived straight in, pinching, suckling, massaging, his obvious excitement encouraging them both on toward something that I had neither planned nor in my naivety, anticipated.

I shouldn’t have been, but I became somewhat shocked as she dropped her panties, right there, right there in front of me, us, right there in my kitchen; and her husband’s excitement quadrupled.

On seeing the shaven older pussy, displayed so openly, my angel bent forward, again, right over this time, and pulled the leggings down and out of the crack of her arse and away from her sticky pussy, dropping them all the way to the floor. Her wet lips had come into view, as had her sweaty anus.

I couldn’t fully grasp the scene: a stranger of a man with his erect penis throbbing inside his boxers and his middle aged but by now very sexy looking naked wife were looking at my equally butt naked wife in our kitchen, and, as I thought the surrealistic images couldn’t get anymore more surreal, Mr. Fifty dropped his boxers, his cock pointing directly at my sluts exposed holes, pre-cum dripping, big head purple and angry.

She was looking over her shoulder at him, looking at his cock, just staring, drunken blurry eyes transfixed to a tool 20 years older than her. That cock had been ejaculating before she was even born.

She wasn’t alone in her staring: I was embarrassingly transfixed to only the second live cock I’d even seen, and his wife was the third unavoidable voyeur, aware, as we all were, that this impromptu evening had evolved beyond drinking and grinding and flashing tits and ass.

Sensing an imminent un-discussed insertion into a much younger pussy, the sexy wife dropped to her knees and made oral love to that cock. Her actions broke the voyeuristic spell that had befallen us, and my honey, still bent to an almost touchy toe position, began pulling her nipples as she looked over her shoulder at the blow job action unfolding in her kitchen.

Quite why she continued to expose her inner most sexual parts instead of turning was slightly perplexing me, as not only had my voyeuristic side had been fulfilled, I had no desire, perverted or otherwise, to watch her being taken.

Despite it all, my cock was so hard; I wanted to drop my jeans, after all I was the only one not fully exposed, and I loved showing off my knob. What man doesn’t?

What was in my mind at that point was that I was going to drop my jeans, show the fellating lady my nice looking tool, then stick my cock up my woman’s cunt and fuck her whilst our two guests did the same. I didn’t mind them watching; after all, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d been watched. What wasn’t in my mind was that the woman would un-impale her head from her husband’s cock, reach for mine, and thrust it to gently into her mouth, moving it toward the back of her throat before I could react.

It felt so good, her warm soft mouth around my aching helmet. She tickled by balls too; damn I loved that.

My baby was watching. By now rubbing her dripping cunt lips openly for all to see, and running her finger over her anus, still looking over her shoulder.

I couldn’t take anymore. I really needed to cum, but wanted my own woman to have it and I so needed to smell her. She’d been rubbing her vagina on other men’s cocks all night and I knew it was soaking and sweaty; I just had to smell it.

I was about to pull out of that warm willing mouth and drop to my knees behind my wife, wanting to smell her arsehole, when, as if a scene form a porno, Mr. Horny stopped tugging his big cock, dropped down behind my slut, and just stared into her much younger pussy.

His wife was an expert cock pleaser, and I involuntarily started to shaft her head as the voyeur started to smell my woman’s sweaty arse crack. My god it was so horny to see, she loved it too, and started to gyrate her bottom as he nuzzled his nose into the crack of joy. Would she let him fuck her, I found myself wondering, as I watched from another world, not knowing what to do, leaving it up to my slut to call the shots.

It didn’t take long, as she placed a hand on each buttock and pulled herself wide open for this man’s pleasure, exposing her pink gaping hole. He didn’t disappoint her; he pushed his tongue, oh so slowly, deep into her anus, her arsehole, her tight secret hole of lust. If it hadn’t have been for the amazing mouth wrapped around my swollen tool, I would’ve stopped him, I told myself. But I knew I wouldn’t. It was too horny, too sexy to stop. Far too filthy dirty.

As I watched I realized his wife had stopped sucking my cock and was watching her older husband tongue fuck this young woman. She wanked me rhythmically, kissing my head softly, running her tongue around on it, almost lovingly.

It was incredible, watching my previously loyal wife getting her anus and pussy eaten out by a relative stranger as she bent forward and touched her toes.

This man had seen, smelled, and tasted my wife’s anus and vagina, and I hadn’t stopped him, and right now, as I watched, she was dropping to her knees in our kitchen to suck on his big cock. I couldn’t believe, but any anxieties vanished as his wife returned to deep throating me.

This double swapped over fellatio continued for a few minutes. God women were sluts sometimes.

My wife stood up and demanded cock:

“I need fucking.”

His wife agreed:

“My cunt needs cocks.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted her, but I knew I wanted my wife.

We walked to our bed, a superb Super King size, not purchased for this purpose. I lay her down on the bed and entered her. At that moment I didn’t care who could see what, I just wanted to be inside her vagina. I thrust in an out, almost oblivious to the scene next to me. My face was buried in my wife’s neck and I was kissing it softly. I wanted to tongue her mouth passionately but didn’t quite fancy the obvious taste of cock. The other couple were on our bed too, her wanking and sucking his cock. She turned around and offered her rear end to him as I watched. The site of her cunt and dark arsehole staring and winking at me brought me an excitement I couldn’t control. I fucked my slutty cock sucking wife’s flooded cunt faster and faster, slowing as my baby lifted her head to try and see.

As the guy started to enter his wife, mine reached for his balls and massaged them, pushing her thumb against his arsehole. It was dirty of her, and I thanked the beer for preventing my ejaculation.

He fucked his wife wildly, and mine asked for doggy style too.

There we were, two couples, neighbours and strangers before tonight and now players in an incredibly hot sexual game, which was consensual and hadn’t gone too far.

I reached under and started to massage her clit as she buried her face in the bed and lifted her anus up high. She started to finger her own arsehole, one then two fingers, knuckle deep, and started to cum. The anal fingering display pushed him over the edge, his orgasm starting with a grunted “Mmm” and he became more vociferous as his wife joined in. She started to push back harder on his weapon, looking over her shoulder as she came with us also reaching climax. As if previously agreed but totally spontaneous, my big cocked friend and I withdrew, grabbed our respective erections and furiously fisted them as spurt after spurt of hot cum sprayed of the dirty cow’s backs. I turned slightly to look at his wife’s cunt as I came, staring into her winking hole as I wrung the last droplets from my softening penis.

I sat back, my wife lay collapsed, semen dripping from her skin, and our friends lay down to recover.

When the heat of sexual excitement cools, the atmosphere equally cools; but, in a friendly way, our guests, no doubt due to their maturity, comforted each other lovingly. I stood and pulled a cover from the dresser, and offered them the couch. They took the cue perfectly and rose to leave. She came to me and kissed me full on the lips, rubbing my cock as she did so; he turned to my wife and bent over to kiss her on the cheek goodnight.

It was so relaxed, so mutually respectful. We haven’t repeated the event up until now, but sure as hell we fucked a lot that weekend after our guests left the next morning.

If you’re thinking of sharing with another couple, oral only and same room sex is definitely a comfortable way to start.

Tracy and I hadn’t been out in a while, as our demanding work schedules tended to take their toll on our social life. Consequently we were both looking forward to our planned Friday-night outing. We just wanted to go somewhere different, with no plans and no structured activities, just having fun.

Tracy, my wife, is a hot and sensuous woman with long dark hair, large tits and a very sexy body, and on this night she looked great. After hitting a couple of “happy hour” spots, we had dinner and then decided to go to a new sports bar that we had heard was a pretty cool place. However, we were disappointed to find that there were only a handful of people there. Undaunted, we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Tracy finished hers rather quickly, and we decided to order one more and then head home.

As I was about to pay the tab, a man sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with us. He was a large, rather good-looking black man, about six feet two and about two hundred pounds. He was watching a college basketball game, and he told us his nephew was the star of one of the teams that were playing. He offered to buy us a drink and we moved down next to him. He said his name was Frank, and that he’d been recently divorced. I got the impression that he was kind of lonely and looking for companionship.

He bought my wife two shooters and me a beer, and as we were about to leave he told us about a small, quiet bar he knew near the lake, and suggested stopping there for a nightcap on the way home.

I wasn’t really up for it, but Tracy wanted to do it, saying, “Oh, let’s go, honey, this is our night to have fun, remember?” So off we went.

We found the bar, ordered some drinks and went out on the deck to enjoy the warmth of the evening and listen to the waves. When we finished our drinks I said it was my turn to buy, and I headed for the bar. The bartender had gone to the storage room to get some supplies or something, and it took me ten minutes before I returned to the deck with the drinks.

As I approached my wife and our new friend, they seemed to get awfully quiet, but I assumed they were listening to the lake beating against the shore. As I gave them their drinks I had a funny feeling that something was wrong. Then I noticed that Tracy’s lipstick was a little smeared, and looking closely at Frank I could see a trace of lipstick on his mouth, I couldn’t believe it! My beautiful wife must have been kissing this black man, who we had only just met, while I was gone!

Tracy had never showed any interest in black men or fulfilling any fantasies with black men without me present, certainly not with a stranger. I started to think that I was mistaken, but it didn’t look that way. I was confused and upset, but also, for some weird reason, aroused. Then Tracy took off her jacket. Her large, full tits, encased in a tight, silvery satin blouse, were quite visible in the moonlight. She was braless, and her nipples were sticking straight out toward our black friend. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he stared right at them and smiled.

I looked at my wife, and she was giving him a sexy smile, as if to say, “How would you like to get your hands on these big titties?”

My wife’s name is Cyn. Her black hair, warm brown eyes, copper complexion, long shapely legs that are inches apart as they reach her slim hips and firm cupped buns, her erect posture and lovely upturned nice sized breasts, her quick wit and sexy smile, her high cheekbones and her soft but well defined jaw-line, her smooth almost silky skin, the black hair of her pussy, her soft abdomen, her outward conservatism combined with her hot and uninhibited sexuality…these attributes have emotionally overwhelmed me for twenty-one years of marriage. I am hopelessly in love with her.

I have always suffered with a streak of jealousy, a possessive element in my personality. I am also idealistic, habitually putting girlfriends (before marriage) on a pedestal…it therefore always shocks me to learn from some high school buddy that years ago in high school some girlfriend of mine had been promiscuous…I had never dared to even attempt a sexual move on these girls.

But Cyn had been different. We met in college on a blind date; I had been told that she was hot so I tried to fuck her on our first date. Sure enough, she loved making out and dry-hunching…I even got her down to her underwear without much trouble, but after three years of trying I could never get her to go any further.

She would massage my penis in my jeans, but it wasn’t until that third year that she pulled off my underwear and masturbated me, a relief for me to cum in great explosive shots that rained all over both of us instead of unloading in my pants during our dry-hunching. This experience brought a new intimacy between us in which she confessed to me, after much questioning,her sexual experiences with past boyfriends.

She admitted handling the dicks of two boyfriends in high school though she denied ever witnessing an explosive ejaculation as we were by then sharing; she denied ever having intercourse with anyone though she had dated two boys in college before me…one who had claimed (so I had been told)to have fucked her; she vehemently denied this. I accepted this but today, 20 years later, I suspect she had been fucked regularly by at least this one boyfriend though she still claims I was the only person to have fucked her when we married.

Yes, we had been fucking for a year when we married. From the beginning she seemed far more sexually experienced, more comfortable and uninhibited than me. I learned from her, not vice versa. She was very holsum, a good and serious student, a church-going Catholic, and very popular. She never dressed provocatively, but she was a knock-out with a natural sexuality about her.

There is a careless lack of self-consciousness about her…for example, I often saw her breasts and nipples by easily looking down her blouse long before I ever got my hands on them. By her senior year, she discarded bras permanently and hasn’t worn one during all the years of our marriage.

She never had much patience with my jealousy. She doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body, probably a result of her formidable self-confidence. Her refusal to wear a bra was probably an early challenge to my jealousy during our marriage. Just as I so often got a full view down her blouse, I witnessed other men getting an eyeful. It disturbed me but it was also titillating to witness other men looking at her tits. I knew it was titillating to our male friends…her breasts and nipples are gorgeous and defy gravity. Wives would joke with me about how their husbands found Cyn to be so sexy, some of my male friends even joking about her fine breasts.

I said nothing to her except in our love-making…I’d confess what I’d seen and she would tease me, asking if I liked men seeing her nipples, even asking what I’d do if she let them squeeze her breasts, kiss and fuck her. She knew she was using my jealousy against me. Once when we had gotten drunk with a group of our friends, finding ourselves at a nightclub then driving home (all drunk) with Cyn in the backseat with a male friend (who loved her breasts) and the friend’s wife up front with me, I saw them french-kissing in the backseat with my friend’s hands on her tits.